STORIES / Okara’shòn:’a
Indian Agents
There isn’t an Indian agent anymore. I remember them. There were different ones. The government liked to get their Indian agents from the military, see, cause it was just after the war. All these guys are coming back and need some cushy post and they’d give ‘em a few Indians to manage.
The Council House
In the old Council House, well, at least the one with which I was familiar, on the main level, there was a room at the back. And, from the dance floor, as I like to call it, you went downstairs to the basement.
Fluttering yellow tape
It was the spirit of the wind, sending me a message: “It’s time. You need to take those steps, and you need to move forward.” Not just moving forward on this bridge but truly moving forward on my path.
Playing sports
I played all kinds of sports growing up and excelled in most of them, especially softball and football. Eventually, I began coaching men's and women's softball here in The Pines. In the 70s and 80s, we played a lot of softball games against different communities, like Kahnawà:ke.
Fan for life
The thing about Winston is he knew the game so well because he lived baseball. This guy knows more baseball than anybody I ever met.
Triple play
When they put the ballfield where it is now - next to the Kateri hospital - the patients would come there and watch. I played the outfield, I played shortstop, and I played third base. I even pulled a triple play.